Siraaj was busy talking to his clients on the phone call, his tone clipped and businesslike. The luxurious office around him was minimalist, adorned with sleek furniture and the latest technology, reflecting his wealth and no-nonsense demeanor.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” he said, his voice firm. “I expect the numbers to be revised by the end of the day. No excuses.” He ended the call with a swift motion, not waiting for a response.

He glanced at the skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His phone buzzed again, and without checking the ID, he answered. “Yes?”

The voice on the other end hesitated, sensing the chill in his tone. “Siraaj, it’s Melanie. We need to discuss the merger.”

“Make it quick. I don’t have time for unnecessary details,” he replied

He was in his calls when-